Oh how I long for the time and the solitude to immerse myself elbow deep in paints and crayons and watercolours and inks and all sort of things deliciously artistic. To play, to sketch, to get some drippage with paint, to glue and cut and to texture all on one big divine canvas.

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Take-away

I am not a lover of lawns. Rather would I see daisies in their thousands, ground ivy, hawkweed, and even the hated plantain with tall stems, and dandelions with splendid flowers and fairy down, than the too-well tendered lawn. WH Hudson